Thank God for the Dog!

It feels like the last few post have been about rough patches we have been going through. Well, here is another one... :-)

Since Noah was so sick last week (I am still trying to find the energy to blog about that one) we have a few bad habits to break. In order for him to eat or even feel a little better we were pretty lenient on things we are normally strict with. Now we are paying the price. Yesterday was an exercise in futility when it came to discipline. The child just wont listen to me or take me seriously. I get laughed at the whole time he sits in time out and when he does listen, he gets so mad he bangs his head. Yes, my child is a headbanger. He has a perpetual bruise on his forehead from hitting it on things (ON PURPOSE!). Anyways, to stay on subject, when I hit my limit (one of the times) I decided to take the trash out to the garage and stood in there for a few minutes taking deep breaths. Then, I heard a rattle and the little...gumdrop...locked me in the garage. I had no key, no cell phone and no shoes. Although I felt like kicking the door in, Noah's safety and Hunters furry made me stop. It all ends well though. I had just let Zoey back inside and it turns out I didn't lock the back door. Another lesson learned loud and clear!

99 Orange Balloons

Whenever we go to the grocery store, I like to get Noah a free balloon for being such a good little boy. Well, mostly because he’s good boy, but I also really like how he says “Balloon”. It is more like combining a “B” and “L” into one letter. SO CUTE! Anyways, a couple of weeks ago we got an orange one and he really liked it for some reason. After a week or so he seemed to get tired of it (not pointing and saying “BL” anymore) I decided it was time to pay it forward to the trash man and his family. Stupid Mommy, not thinking, grabbed the balloon (it was pretty small by then) and a pair of scissors and just snipped it… in front of Noah. The second I did it, I knew what an idiot I was. OMG, the TEARS! Noah was so upset. He kept running up to the counter and pointing up and got this pathetic, crushed look and would start to cry again. Poor little baby lost his best friend and I killed it. I don’t think he would have been more upset if it was Zoey I stabbed.

We hopped in the car, went back to Kroger and got a Blue one. The little guy was happy again and Mommy learned a valuable lesson: Kill balloons after bedtime.

Another Rough One

An Email from Noah's Grandma:

"Noah has what I assume to be his very first splinter in his hand. We went for a walk this morning and went to the park. I would guess that is where he got it as he tried to jump off the last step of the play set and took a header into the wood chips. When Grandpa comes in we may try to get it out."

Of course he did a header, he has NO FEAR! He also ended up banging his head countless times and by the time I got home he had a huge egg on his head. But, he was a brave boy when we pulled the splinter out. He had a rough day, but I think it ended up good.

Way Back When...

When Noah was about 6 months old we had to take him to the ER becasue he had a temperature over 102*. They didn't keep him over night, so we were very lucky and blessed. Here is a picture of our visit.

He was so brave!



Here are a few more pictures of around that time. If you can't tell, we just got some pictures off Hunters phone.


Not my favorite look, but the little boy looks so cute!



It is amazing how quickly they change in such a short amount of time!

Random Pictures I Can't Find a Blog For

Here are a few cute pictures of Noah the last few months. I wanted to add them to some of the blogs I have already created, but they don't seem to fit. So, I decided to take a page out of my friend Deanna's book/blog and make a collage out of them!

I Can Do It!

This is from a while ago, but it is the first picture of Noah feeding himself with a spoon! Yay!!